We went to the nearby coffee day and ordered one expresso and mocha. She asked me how I managing my night shifts and having these sleepless day coming...to shopping. I told her that I come to shop for my friend wedding. I was having a coffee and looking at the girls sitting on the adjacent table. She caught me looking at them and asked me what I am looking? I was silent and having my coffee looking down to the table.She: Common Raj! I know what guys look in girl.Me: I was shocked for what she. Unable to see she feels something being forced into her mouth, the ball gag makes her gag at first as her tongue is forced back. He tightens the back of it and lowers her face back onto the table. She knows what is going to happen and at the first sound of the cane whipping through the air she tenses her body, it hits hard and she tries toscream out, the second finds its mark only centimeters from the first and the third lays across both red welts. He stops as she knew He would He had told. He began by kissing her copiously along the very length of the seemingly unending shapely mechanisms which had so recently been the subject of his fascination. In so doing his lips passed close to, yet without touching, the divine zone which had so recently been efficiently uncovered. Then, taking the initiative, he began a sensuous lip to lip contact of that womanly sexual device which, judging by the sound issuing from above his head, was producing just reward for the series of provocative. But rather than feeling down about that, I felt much better, and even happy. Yes. The word 'happy' was not all too strong of a word to chose in describing my mood at that moment. Though Megan had fucked William, she'd be returning home again. To me. Eventually. And I'd still be her husband, though that word was being applied rather differently in my case than in the case of other married men. It suited me just fine.I eventually closed the Venetian blinds and turned on the reading light my the.